The Asgard

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[font=System]Omicron delta, 810 A.S.

A huge antimatter round passed a dozen meters to the side of the Asgard, It's wake buffeting the ship. Alarms rang out on all decks, adding even more noise to the noise of countless inpacts from small peices of debris and other jagged peices of metal created by the battle that raged in the ice field's of delta. Close to a hundred fighter craft attempted to destroy each other, and their enemys bomber wings before they can close to torpedo range.

Some make it.

Some dont.

A brilliant flare signals the distruction of another fully loaded bomber, a bomber that will never have a chance to unload its devistating supply of nuclear, and antimatter weapons on the core's cruisers and battleships. All this is seen by both sides through hundreds of scanners, optical sensors, and human eyes.

"Perfect, they wont be able to threaten us with their bombers much longer with those loses" Kress mutters to himself as he orders one of his comm officers to tell the Asgard's escort wing to intercept another bomber wing that is attempting to build up speed and power for a shot with their antimatter cannons.

Then, the third party descends into the intensely complicated war that rages among the icy rocks.

The Nomads.

A Core cruiser that is attempting to charge its antimatter morters explodes in a blinding flash that creates a ball of fire a hundred thosand kilometers across, blowing away a gunboat and over a dozen fighters. Both sides seem to freeze for a moment, while a monsterous alien ship begins to become visible, dwarfing the combined human fleets. Uncountable smaller craft, all the same off blue color of the larger, swarm around it, forming a protective layer, while some larger, yet still small compared to the human craft, brake off and begin to move to attack the out numbered humans.

One of the hunter ships Transmits a message over all channels, urging the human forces to take a stand, and work together against the aliens.

It works.

One by one, the combined fleet's individual ships open fire, pounding at the alien intruders untill the shield of flesh begins to waver.
The alien supership opens fire with a lance of energy a thosand times more focused then anything the humans have, ripping right through an osiris battleship. It seems to hang there for a second, flame trailing a hundred meters into space in the path created by the beam, before it's reactor overloaded from the damage, and ignited its remaining fuel, creating an even larger explosion which ripped through the human forces nearby.


"Engineering, torpedos loaded?" Kress intones into his handheld comm unit
"Roger that sir" A voice crackles out of it, heavy with static."She'll get em good."
Kress smiles and then replies "Good, get more ready, full charges on those warheads."
"Yes.. sir..." the person on the other end replies slowly. "But.. thats a hundred and thirty megatons when full... "

"Just do It!" kress yells before clicking off his comm unit.


He looks through the scratched and pitted glass that hasent been blurred beyond visibility for a few long seconds, ensign smith looking at him with a glint in his eyes.

"Ensign smith, fire torpedo racks two and four on my mark, and not a second sooner. Comm officer Franklin, inform the fleet that the Asgard will need full bombardment against the largest hostile in one minute thirty seconds. Tell them to spare nothing." Kress paused a moment while the comm officer began sending off rapid transmission to the combined forces of humanity in local space. "Engines full ahead, point defense only, Ready the morters."


Kress turns away from the glass, a tear forming in his eye.

"Mark" He exclaims through gritted teeth one minute and thirty seconds later.

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